A child withou a dream.Says she doesn't dream.
I ponder at her words.
In the distance i hear a voice call her name,
in answer, she runs up the flight of stairs.
Its her mistress calling her to do an errand.
I want to encourage her to dream
but fear lest life be less kind to a child with a dream and no means to meet it.
I curb my instincts,for who knows?
my benevolent gesture may do more harm then good
to someone who has learnt to live without dreams,
accepting the vagaries of life one day at a time.
I realize its never wise to play God.